Two nights ago I had a dream. In this dream, I was planting potatoes. I was a potato farmer. Whether by birth or not I do not know, my dream did not divulge this information. But I was, at any rate, a fine potato farmer in my own right. Around about six of the clock in the evening, in my dream, I was standing in my field, leaning upon my hoe, admiring row upon laser straight, beautiful row of potatoes I had just planted, all with just my hoe and my hands, as I was a potato farmer either in a third world country or in a past century. Which I do not know, only that I lacked the convenience of modern machinery. One thing I do know, though, it looked alot like pictures I have seen of Ireland, and I suspect it may just have been. As I rested upon my hoe at the close of the day, I caught a glance of something on the horizon out of the corner of my eye. It was a flock of something, to far away to be sure what, but I could hear them. They were oinking. As they drew closer, I gazed in wonder. For what was before me, sailing across the sky, as pretty as you please, was a flock of seventeen or so pigs, on the wing, flying. They flew in no particular order or formation, but just leisurely floated on the breeze, in an almost lackadaisical manner. Each wore a Napoleonic bicorn hat, except the leader, who wore a Harley Davidson skull cap and a patch over his left eye. They all wore silk scarves. They flew a straight course. They did not display much obvious determination, but seemed to know where they were going, and in no particular hurry to get there. As they passed by over my head, and began to grow smaller on the opposite horizon, following the setting sun, the last pig in the group turned to me and called my name. "Outubien Effcieff!" Taken aback, I was speechless, and did not respond. Again, he cried: "Outubien, Outtubien!" "What?" I finally managed to squeak. He then proceeded to deliver this utterance: "3 tablespoons butter. 1/4 cup flour 4 cups milk 2 cups diced potatoes 1/2 cup chopped onion salt and pepper to taste" "Melt butter over medium heat in 2 quart saucepan. Add flour and cook one minute, stirring constantly. Add milk, onions, potatoes, salt and pepper. Cook over low heat until potatoes are done. stirring occasionally." Then they disappeared over the horizon. As I pondered all these things- what I saw and what I heard, my thoughts turned to the monthly Honorbound men's meeting at church the next night. I had the responsibility of cooking the meal, and decided this pig's advice may serve me well. So I did what he said. It worked pretty good. Outubien Effcieff Get more from the Web. FREE MSN Explorer download : http://explorer.msn.com |
